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Chapter Sixteen
-Xaden-
“Don’t you see what happened? What Xaden’s done?” Aetos asks Sorrengail, panicking
like the infantry soldier he should have been and insinuating that I changed the outcome of
Threshing.
If I act every time someone drags my name through a pile of bullshit, I’ll never get
anything done. For the most part, I take note of the offense, file it away for future consideration,
and move on. As Sgaeyl loves to remind me, dragons are not concerned with the opinions of the
But Aetos’s fingers dent in on the shoulders of Sorrengail’s uniform, right above the
bandage from where she took the blade from that limp-dick first-year Tairn incinerated, and
unexplainable rage pumps into my veins like little shards of ice, cutting everything in its path. I
slam my mental shields down just like I do every time I’m near anyone, let alone a memory-
reader.
“Please, do tell me what it is you think I’ve done.” I step into the moonlight that
illuminates most of the flight field and sever the flow of power from Sgaeyl, letting the night’s
shadows fall back into their natural state so this asshole can see me clearly.
“You manipulated Threshing.” Aetos takes his hands off Sorrengail’s shoulders, and I
Seriously. Of all the laws I break around here, that’s the one he goes with?
I almost laugh, but then the asshole puts himself in front of Sorrengail, like Violence
actually needs his protection. He didn’t see her out there on the field today like I did, or he
“Is that an official accusation?” Gods, please give me a reason to beat the pompous,
“He’s nothing but an irritant. Have some self-control,” Sgaeyl lectures, like her affection
for the little gold dragon isn’t what put us in this fucking situation.
I keep my gaze locked on Aetos and off Sorrengail’s wide, hazel eyes and the scrapes
that mar her skin. I definitely don’t let my attention wander down those tight curves—
Fuck, she’s a distraction. One I can’t afford, and yet one I’ve just been saddled with for
the rest of my godsforsaken life. And instead of glaring up at me with that fire I can’t seem to
stay the fuck away from, it’s fear making her eyes appear more amber than blue in the
moonlight.
“Did you step in?” Aetos questions, his voice pitching toward whiny.
“Did I what?” I lift my brow, letting all my loathing for his spoiled ass shine through.
The pint-size morsel of straight-up arsenic nearly got herself killed on that field, and his concern
is for protocol? “Did I see her outnumbered and already wounded? Did I think her bravery was
as admirable as it was fucking reckless?” I make the monumental mistake of looking at her, and
the rigid hold I keep on my temper slips. She could have died out there. She almost did. Right in
front of me.
“Did I see her fight off three bigger cadets?” I narrow my eyes at Aetos. “Because the answer to
all of those is yes. But you’re asking the wrong question, Aetos. What you should be asking is if
“You sure as hell dragged me into it. Since when do you get all mushy over smaller
dragons?” Not that the golden one isn’t cute. But going soft on cute gets you killed out here,
“His mate told him,” Sorrengail whispers. Guess someone filled her in on Tairn and
“Since when do you get emotional over human women?” Sgaeyl challenges.
“I’m pissed, not emotional,” I correct her. “She’s never been a fan of bullies,” I confirm.
“But don’t mistake it as an act of kindness toward you. She’s fond of the little dragon.
“My thought exactly.” I shake my head at the squad leader. “Sorrengail is the last person
on the Continent I’d ever want to be chained to me. I didn’t do this.” In one second on that field,
at-all-costs.
carefully crafted control, even though she’s absolutely all of those things. No. I had no choice in
hover over him. “Would you really level that accusation knowing it would have been what saved
the woman you call your best friend?” At some point, Sorrengail is going to have to recognize
that the last year in the quadrant has changed her little friend into someone she doesn’t actually
know.
His silence is fucking delicious, saying more to incriminate him than I ever could.
“There are…rules,” he stammers, trying his best to stare me down even though I have
inches on him. Odd time to grow a spine, but good for him.
“And out of curiosity, would you have, let’s say, bent those rules to save your precious
little Violet in that field?” Her name tastes odd on my tongue, softer than the nickname I prefer.
“This is cruel, even for you,” Sgaeyl notes with a hint of amusement.
“It’s unfortunate that it hurts her, but she’s going to have to toughen up to survive our
“Oh, so we’re not discussing that you were already moving when Tairn landed?” she
fires back. “That had he not arrived, you’d be guilty of the very thing the colonel’s offspring
“Let’s not embarrass each other by letting you finish that sentence.”
I fucking hate when she does that. She’s the only being on the Continent with a sharper
tongue than mine. Well. Violence might give her a run for her money.
Aetos as the rhythmic beat of dragon wings fills the air. Guess the Empyrean has made its choice
“I’m ordering you to answer, squad leader.” I lock my gaze on his. Come on. Show her
Aetos swallows so obnoxiously loud that I can hear it, then squeezes his eyes shut. “No. I
wouldn’t have.”
I scoff. Fucking rule-loving coward. He doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as
Violence. She’s half his size and a thousand times braver. Talk about a disproportionate
relationship. There’s no rule in this godsforsaken college that would keep me from saving
Aetos swings his face toward Sorrengail, but even I can see the damage is done. She
Shit. What is that uncomfortable weight sitting in my lungs? Is that… No. It can’t be
guilt. I can’t remember the last time I felt guilty about…well…anything that didn’t involve a
marked one.
“It would have killed me to watch something happen to you, Vi, but the rules—” Aetos
whines.
“It’s all right,” she interrupts, lifting her hand to his shoulder.
And it’s enough to turn the guilt to nausea, which I’m oddly thankful for.
“The dragons are returning.” I note the obvious as they start to land, causing cadets to
head. “Forget it.” She dismisses me, walking away without another word.
I blink. Swear to Amari, the five-foot-nothing pain in my ass is the only person who ever
has the nerve to dismiss me. I’m moving before my common sense can tell me to leave well
enough alone.
“Because you put too much faith in him.” I catch up to her in a matter of steps. “And
knowing who to trust is the only thing that will keep you alive—keep us alive—not only in the
“There is no us,” she retorts, barely avoiding a collision with another rider running by,
“Oh, I think you’ll find that’s no longer the case.” I grab hold of her elbow and pull her
out of the path of another imminent collision. Is this what it’s going to be like, trying to keep this
woman alive? She’ll stand up to three armed bullies to defend the smallest dragon, but she won’t
watch where the fuck she’s walking? “Tairn’s bonds are so powerful, both to mate and rider,
because he’s so powerful. Losing his last rider nearly killed him, which, in turn, nearly killed
“Interdependent, I know that,” she snaps back, anger highlighting the blue in her eyes as
she rips her gaze from mine, focusing on the movement of the riot as they land.
What in Dunne’s name is wrong with me that I’m noticing shit like that?
“Attracted and mushy aren’t the same thing.” And I’m already pissed at myself for the
first. I’m sure as hell not slipping into the second. “Each time a dragon chooses a rider, that bond
is stronger than the last, which means that if you die, Violence, it sets off a chain of events that
potentially ends with me dying, too. So yeah, unfortunately for everyone involved, there’s now
And I’m definitely not thinking about her mouth, not when I have bigger concerns like
how to keep her alive. Not thinking about the best angle to kiss her, either. Or what her perfect
“And now that Tairn is in play, that other cadets know he’s willing to bond…” Gods,
they’re going to come after her. On the mat. In the halls. In the damned bathing chamber that I
can’t exactly patrol. I force my gaze away and exhale with enough force to actually call it a sigh.
“That’s why Tairn told me to stay with you,” she whispers, like she’s finally grasping the
“The unbonded are going to try to kill you in hopes they’ll get Tairn to bond them.”
Garrick heads my way, and I shake my head. Any news he has from last night’s mission
has to wait. “Of all the people in the quadrant, Tairn had to bond Sorrengail?” Life is about to
“Hell no. I prefer my head attached.” He’s one surly motherfucker. “Tairn is one of the
strongest dragons on the Continent, and the vast power he channels is about to be yours. The
next few months, the unbonded will try to kill a newly paired rider while the bond is weak, while
they still have a chance of that dragon changing its mind and picking them so they’re not set
back a full year. And for Tairn? They’ll do just about anything.” I can’t help but sigh for real this
time. “There are forty-one unbonded riders for which you are now target number one.” I hold up
my pointer finger.
“And Tairn thinks you’ll play bodyguard.” She snorts. “Little does he know just how
“He knows exactly how much you dislike her and how often you stare—”
discomfort.” She mentally shudders. Ruthless and vicious as my girl might be, she draws the line
“He knows exactly how much I value my own life,” I counter, my gaze roaming down
Sorrengail’s body. There’s absolutely nothing to dislike about what I see. In fact, if Amari
herself ever designed a woman with my downfall in mind… Well, fuck. Maybe that’s exactly
what Violence is—my downfall. Soft skin. Sharp mind. Fierce temper. Deadly with a dagger.
Brave to a fault. And utterly unruffled. “You’re freakishly calm for someone who just heard
she’s about to be hunted.” What makes her lose complete control? What kind of man would she
“She’s two years your junior and in your chain of command.” Sgaeyl feigns outrage.
“It’s a typical Wednesday for me.” Sorrengail shrugs, and my gaze locks onto the flush in
her cheeks, that delicate bloom of pink that tells me she’s not as unaffected by me as she likes to
pretend. “And honestly, being hunted by forty-one people is a lot less intimidating than
Fair point.
The gold dragon lands behind us, followed by the monstrosity Sgaeyl calls a mate, and I
walk the hell away as quickly as possible now that Sorrengail’s protected, heading across the
field to where Sgaeyl waits at the end of the row with the other wingleaders’ dragons.
Garrick stands just off to the side of Chradh—his Brown Scorpiontail—and lifts his
“Not funny.” I shake my head and ignore Sgaeyl’s chuff beside me as General Melgren
takes the front of the dais. My skin crawls, just like it always does when he’s near. Fucking
murderer. It’s not hard to tune him out; I’ve practiced ignoring him for years. Besides, I don’t
Tairn will get his way. She’ll bond both dragons. Even the Empyrean isn’t going to tell
the second-largest dragon on the Continent no when he finally wants to bond. They want him
“No.”
“I’ve seen corpses more fine than you,” my best friend mutters.
“Of course corpses are fine. They have nothing to worry about.” And I’ve just been
handed Violet-fucking-Sorrengail to protect if I want to live. Which I do. Or rather, I have to.
Especially since Melgren just announced that she gets to bond her dragons.
I lower my shields just enough to feel for the bond. The hard sapphire one I share with
Sgaeyl is locked into place as always, but now there are two more. The onyx I recognize as
Tairn, and the other, a glimmering strand of…silver, like the ends of her hair. Fuck. He really did
bond her. Only a mating bond like Sgaeyl and Tairn’s could link me to another rider whether or
Sorrengail looks across the field at me, and I slam my shields back into place and hold up
my pointer finger. She’s now target number one around here, and my biggest liability.
“Guess we’ll need to keep her alive,” Garrick mutters as General Sorrengail steps
forward to give her yearly speech about family even though she threw hers to the dragons.
“Yes.” How the hell am I going to keep her alive through all the first-year shit I’m
nowhere near? I look across the field and spot Liam, my foster brother, standing in front of his
new Red Daggertail as the dragons gift their riders with relics to channel magic. “Maybe I should
“He’s the best in his year.” I nod as the first-years break out in celebration. “I trained him
to fight, so I know he’s capable of protecting her.” Plus, he’s as loyal to me as I am to him.
“Or you could give her a chance to make it on her own first.” Garrick folds his arms
“But if that’s the route you choose, everyone likes Liam, so hopefully she will, too. It will
“She’ll like him.” That unpleasant feeling flares in my gut again, twisting into a knot.
My eyes narrow at Garrick. “Why would I care if he…” The words die on my tongue as
Aetos walks behind Sorrengail and reaches for her back. That asshole is unlacing her armor.
He’s got his hands on her skin. I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth to quell
“Relax, he’s lacing her back up,” Garrick says, and I know without looking the asshole is
Sorrengail turns in Aetos’s arms, and he lifts his hands to her face. No doubt he’s
“Nothing to… Oh shit.” Garrick’s voice fades to a whisper as Aetos lowers his head and
kisses Sorrengail.
Fire rushes through my veins and shadows spasm around me, distorting my vision for a
Not mine. But that doesn’t stop the knot in my stomach from unfurling, spreading like
acid into my system, burning through my chest and making it hard to draw breath until that snot-
“Damn. You all right over there?” Garrick asks, laughter lacing his tone.
“I’m…” I pin my feet to the field with shadows to keep from marching over there and
feeding Aetos my fist. How fucking dare he kiss the mouth he wouldn’t bend a rule to protect,
when I would—
“You’re looking a little green.” Garrick flat-out laughs, and I force air in and out of my
He grins down at her, but…wait. She isn’t returning the sentiment. No, Sorrengail looks
like she just accidentally kissed her cousin and can’t retreat fast enough. Talk about awkward.
“In twenty years, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you jealous before. This is amazing.”
Jealous. That’s exactly what this hot, corrosive feeling is—jealousy. And now I’m linked
“But you won’t,” Sgaeyl predicts, and I’d be tempted to raise my middle finger if I didn’t
think she’d bite the damned thing off as a reminder that she can.
Chapter Nine
-Xaden-
“You don’t think you’ll need those?” Sorrengail asks, gripping two of her daggers and
facing me on the mat with an impressive lack of trembling. Hell, she looks more pissed than she
does terrified that I’m about to end her, even though I’ve handed my weapons to Imogen.
“Nope. Not when you brought enough for the both of us.” My mouth quirks into a smile
as I crook my fingers at her, then lock my shields firmly in place, since Aetos hovers close by.
The second-year is good on the mat, even if he’s a little too straight-laced to really be the best in
She takes a fighting stance, and I forget the members of Second Squad surrounding the
mat, forget the mission I’m due to fly this weekend, focusing solely on her. Violet Sorrengail.
The five-foot-nothing daughter of the general who executed my father. I have every right to ruin
her, according to the Codex. She might fall under my chain of command, but she’s not in my
squad.
I could snap her neck and no one in this room would interfere. But the hundred and seven
souls I’m responsible for would pay the price. So what the fuck am I doing on this mat?
Her posture changes subtly, her wrist flicking a second before she flings a dagger at my
damned chest.
I catch it by pure reflex, then cluck my tongue at her. “Already seen that move.”
That is what I’m doing out here. Took me all of two weeks to realize she’s somehow
figured out who she’ll be facing and has been poisoning her opponents. That brilliant, devious
mind might regrettably be a complete turn-on, but she’s going to get herself killed if she depends
solely on that method—and flinging daggers like a carnival act. To my surprise, the thought
it is to block. I pluck the badly balanced dagger from her grip and catch her by the thigh, using
her own momentum and slight bodyweight against her to drop her to the mat.
Her hazel eyes flare wide as she stares up at me, fighting to draw breath, and I drop the
dagger at her side and kick it out of her reach, toward the squad leader who should have taught
her better.
Were she any other opponent, I’d put the blade against her throat, proving my point and
ending the match, but fuck me if I don’t feel like I somehow owe the first-year for keeping her
mouth shut about the meeting she saw under the oak tree. My form of gratitude just happens to
be not killing her as she lies at my feet, battling her own lungs.
Her ribs finally rise, and she heaves herself upward to a sitting position, then tries to
I block the strike with my right forearm, then take hold of her wrist with my left hand
and disarm her as I lean down into her space, mere inches from her face. “Going for blood
Rage shines in those mesmerizing eyes as I drop her blade to the mat and kick it out of
reach also. She’s too easy to disarm, and her false confidence that she’s not will get her killed.
And why the fuck isn’t she using weapons suited for her body type and fighting style? Not that
exactly what she reminds me of, all sleek lines and bared claws. Only the pulse fluttering
Violet is too soft of a name for her. Too breakable. I’m well aware of the shit people
talk about her bones and joints, but from what I’ve seen, the woman has a core of steel.
“I think my version fits you better.” I release her wrist and stand to my full height,
offering her a hand up and hoping she’s too smart to take it. “We’re not done yet.”
Fuck me, she’s naive. I pull her to her feet, then whip her around before she can get her
bearings, twisting her arm behind her back and trapping our hands between us as I tug her hard
I slip one of her obnoxiously big daggers from her thigh sheath and lift it to the soft
skin of her throat, pinning her in place with my forearm. Her head falls back against my chest,
the silver ends of her hair braided up like a crown. She barely reaches my collarbone, so I dip
my head so the others won’t hear, and gods she smells really fucking good like—
“Don’t trust a single person who faces you on this mat,” I lecture quietly near the shell
of her ear, careful to keep my mouth off her. Since when do I think about putting my mouth on
an opponent?
“Even someone who owes me a favor?” she retorts, keeping her voice equally low.
Warmth flares in my chest in appreciation of her discretion, her quick observation that
this lesson isn’t for public dissemination, and I drop the knife, kicking it to her squad leader
just like the other two and ignoring the bluster of threat in his stern expression.
“I’m the one who decides when to grant that favor. Not you.” I release her so I don’t
She acts immediately, spinning with a raised fist, and I bat it away from my throat.
“Good.” I can’t help but smile as I block her next attempt just as easily. “Going for the
Her cheeks flush, anger narrowing her eyes as she kicks in the same fucking
combination she’s already tried, and I grab hold of her thigh again, unsheathing the last dagger
there and letting it fall before I release her. I lift my scarred eyebrow in sheer disappointment.
She’s smarter than that. “I expect you to learn from your mistakes.” I kick it to Aetos.
She retrieves her next weapon from her rib sheath and takes a defensive stance as she
circles me. It’s all I can do not to sigh in complete, utter annoyance. I don’t need to see her to
“You going to prance or are you going to strike?” That should get her moving.
The shadows on the mat give her away, and I twist and duck as she jabs forward, the
knife slicing through the air where I’d been standing. At least she really went for it, but the
move leaves her exposed, so I use her arm to flip her around the side of my torso, sending her
She gasps when I wrench her arm into a submission hold, forcing her to drop the
dagger. Careful to balance most of my weight on my right, I set my left knee onto her back just
enough to stress her. She has to learn how to move under pressure, how to think on the edge of
death. I strip away another of her daggers and fling it at the squad leader’s feet, then pull
another from her ribs and set it to the exposed skin beneath her jaw.
Then I invade what little space she has. “Taking out your enemy before the battle is
really smart; I’ll give that to you,” I whisper into her ear, and she tenses beneath me. Yeah,
Violence, I know what you’ve been up to. “Problem is, if you aren’t testing yourself in here”—I
drag the blade down her neck, careful not to draw blood—“then you’re not going to get any
better.”
“You’d rather I die, no doubt,” she spits back, the side of her face squished against the
mat.
“And be denied the pleasure of your company?” Sarcasm drips from my retort.
A corner of my mouth lifts. Gods, she’s just as merciless as Sgaeyl when it comes to
I gain my feet and kick the knives to Aetos, leaving Sorrengail with two more to fight
She scowls, but doesn’t take the help this time, standing on her own, and another smile
curves my mouth. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun. Every single one of her
expressions is beautifully raw. There’s no guile. No artifice. But there’s also no control. “She
can be taught.”
“That remains to be seen.” I take two steps backward and beckon her forward by
“You’ve made your damn point.” Her voice rises to a public level, and Imogen gasps
behind me, no doubt worried that I’ll lose my temper and kill the first-year.
curious to see what she does next and even more perplexed as to why I care so damned much.
Sure, she’s beautiful, but I’ve never let the symmetry of someone’s facial features sway
me. And it’s not the palpable hatred in her ever-changing eyes, either. I’m used to being
loathed. But the combination of her hatred and her silence about seeing us meet is too
intriguing to ignore—
She moves, and I’m too fucking distracted to react like usual, and when she kicks for
Holy shit.
“What did I say about being reckless?” Sgaeyl pushes through my shields. “The silver-
I plant my feet on that mental hillside in Tyrrendor and reinforce my shields, blocking her
Sorrengail lands on my back and attempts a headlock. Good for her. It’s a solid choice,
but she isn’t physically strong enough to cut off my air supply. She’s fighting like she’s six
inches taller and has another forty pounds on her instead of leaning into her actual strengths.
I don’t bother with her arms. Twisting quickly, I break her grip and grasp the backs of
her thighs in one motion, throwing us into a roll that ends with me pinning her back to the mat.
Before she can take another breath, I put my forearm against the delicate line of her throat but
don’t press.
There are over a dozen different ways to end her in this position, and I have all the
leverage. But though my hips anchor hers to the mat, I have most of my weight braced on my
She grabs for a dagger and makes the monumental mistake of going for my shoulder.
I abandon her throat and capture her wrist, pinning it above her head. Then I watch her
face with rapt fascination as her expression shifts from wide-eyed shock, to tensing fear, to
pursed-lipped anger all in a matter of seconds. The speed with which she processes information
and compartmentalizes her feelings is such an advantage, and I doubt she even knows it.
Pink flushes up her neck and into her cheeks, and suddenly I find myself studying her
for an entirely different reason. The blush, the skittered pulse, the way her gaze flicks toward
my mouth for less than a second… I’m not the only one attracted here.
The world outside the mat ceases to exist as my focus narrows to just Violence. She
really is stunning, especially when pissed. Tension surges between us, and my heartbeat jumps
despite my best effort to lock that shit down. But damn if I’m not critically aware of the feel of
her body beneath mine, the warmth of her skin under my fingertips, the way her breath catches
Sliding my fingers up the heel of her hand, I force her fist open, then toss the blade
“Get. Your. Dagger,” I repeat, moving her hand with mine and dragging it to her ribs,
to the last of her daggers. I curl my fingers around hers, grabbing the hilt.
Even her hands are soft. Fragile. Breakable. And if I don’t teach her how to use her
petite size to her advantage, the next opponent will use it to shatter her. And for some fucking
“So stop going for bigger moves that expose you.” I bring our laced hands to my side
and drag the tip down my ribs. “A rib shot would have worked just fine.” Then I lead our
hands around to my back, leaving myself vulnerable for the first time since I walked into this
prison of a war college. “Kidneys are a good fit from this angle, too.”
She swallows, and I fight the urge to watch the motion of her throat, holding her gaze
instead. I swear, her eyes seem different every time I look into them. No wonder I can’t look
away.
I bring our hands to my waist, keeping my eyes locked on hers. “Chances are, if your
opponent is in armor, it’s weak here. Those are three easy places you could have struck before
“Do you hear me?” I’m sure as hell not repeating this lesson.
She nods.
“Good. Because you can’t poison every enemy you come across,” I whisper, watching
the blood drain from her face as I level the accusation. “You’re not going to have time to offer
hips.
I have to get the fuck off her before she realizes she has another weapon at her disposal
when it comes to me. “Oh, Violence, you’re good, but I’ve known better poison masters. The
Brennan would give one of his frustrated sighs if he knew just how obvious his little
sister was. Then again, he’d also try to kick my ass for the position I have Violence in.
“I think she’s been taught enough for the day,” Aetos barks.
It takes every ounce of control I possess not to startle at the sudden reminder that we’re
not alone. “He always that overprotective?” I mutter, putting a couple of inches between us.
“He cares about me.” She narrows her eyes at me, which I’m starting to think is her
default expression.
“He’s holding you back. Don’t worry. Your little poisoning secret is safe with me.” I
arch my scarred brow and hope she gets the hint to keep my secret safe, too. Then I slide our
joined hands along her side and sheathe the jewel-hilted blade she has no business carrying.
It’s too fucking big for her. Too easy to knock loose.
“You’re not going to disarm me?” she questions as I slip my fingers from hers and lift
Thank gods she has the common sense to release my hips from the grip of her thighs,
because mine has fled, replaced by the urge to leave them right where they were and carry her
to the nearest empty room to see just how attracted we both are.
But that way lies absolute disaster.
“Nope. Defenseless women have never been my type. We’re done for today.” I stand
immediately, leaving her there, and walk to the edge of the mat to get my weapons from
Imogen.
“What the hell was that?” she whispers, handing back the last of my knives.
“Aetos.” I ignore her question and turn toward the squad leader across the mat, who’s
His head snaps toward mine, and the anger there almost makes me smile.
“She could use a little less protection and a little more instruction.” I level an
accusatory look on him until he nods, then turn and walk away.
“You in the mood to spar with first-years?” Garrick asks, keeping pace with me once
I’m a few steps from Second Squad, a smile tugging at his mouth. “Or just that particular first-
year?”
“It’s hard to miss the way you look at her,” he says, lowering his voice.
“Like I want to kill her?” I retort, spotting an interesting match in Claw Section.
“Or fu—”
“Don’t finish that sentence when I’m in the mood to hit people.” We’re mutually
assured destruction against each other, which makes us the perfect sparring partners, but I’m
just aggravated enough to do some real damage to my best friend, despite the size he has on
me.
“Oh, would you, please?” He puts his hand to his heart and grins. “I need you to use
out of his section and into Claw. The farther the better when it comes to Sorrengail.
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